First Supernatural fanfic (I published) so I'd appreciate some feedback. And I know the beginning is pretty sucky, it'll will get better.
I don't own Supernatural nor it's characters.
Castiel was sitting on his porch like he usually did on Wednesdays, when once again he heard the singing from the balcony next to his.
Castiel had first heard the man sing about a month ago, only one song then, but as time went on, more songs appeared. The young man had never heard of those songs before, so he guessed that they were the man's original songs. And Castiel loved every single one of those 6 songs he had sung by now. But he never had the courage to say it to the singer. Instead he just came outside and listened to him sing silently, with a small smile on his face.
Today Castiel didn't have that sign of happiness on him. Reason for that being a fight between him and his brother Gabriel. The fight hadn't been anything big, more of an argument about Cas' grades and how gloomy he seemed every day, but the blue eyed oy hated any sort of conflicts, so he did what he probably did best - ran to somewhere safe. In this case his room's porch and just in time for the mystery singer to start.
After sitting there for about half an hour the singing stopped and as much as Castiel heard, the singer was leaving. That made the young man panic and he felt his already crappy mood take an even bigger dive towards the bottom of the ocean. Before he could stop himself, he quickly stood up and blurted out: "I like you voice!".
Everything went silent for what felt like forever to Castiel, his face turning redder by the second.
"Wha.. mine?" came a reply from the man, sounding really unsure.
Castiel felt his face get even more red, when he answered with a silent 'yes'.
"Whoa, thanks!" the man chuckled lightly.
Silence fell between the two young men and both of them felt pretty awkward, but neither of them willing to leave their porch.
"How long have you been listening?" the singer asked, sounding slightly nervous, but then again Cas might of just imagined that to himself.
"...A while." Castiel replied, trying not to sound like a creeper.
"So ever since I started... which would be 4 weeks ago. Cool!" the man said, sounding... happy.
Castiel chuckled lightly and moved a bit closer to the edge of the porch. Seeing a pair of hands resting on the edge of the other porch, he stopped and made sure he couldn't be seen by the other man.
"Why hadn't you said anything earlier?" the man asked after a small pause.
Castiel shrugged, but quickly understood that he couldn't see him shrug so he just muttered a silent 'I don't know'.
"Not very talkative, are you?" the man chuckled, "but as much as I'd like to stay and chat, I gotta go... some people don't appreciate me spending my evenings here, or talking to strangers. Again tomorrow?"
"O-okay." was all Castiel replied, a small smile appearing on his face.
"Oh and by the way, it's Dean... My name, I mean." said Dean before closing the door connecting his room to the porch.
It took Castiel a few minutes before he stood up and started going back to his room, the name 'Dean' playing in his mind.
